Queen Hustlaz Part 2

by Falicia Love

  * * *

  Jamaica

  Once Orlando and Zack checked into their hotel they immediately received a call from their plug. “Meet us at the Hyatt.” He gave them the address. “And make sure you bring the oil.”

  “Gotcha,” Orlando replied, and hung up. “Let’s go, man,” he said, looking at Zack.

  “Hell, we just got here! You mean to tell me a nigga can’t relax?” he asked.

  “I guess not, but the sooner we get this started the sooner we can go home!” Orlando replied.

  “Man, damn! All right, let’s go.”

  They arrived at the Hyatt within thirty minutes and sat at the back table and waited for their companion.

  “This man ain’t taking shit too serious if you ask me. He should’ve been here waiting for us. I hope this ain’t no damn setup, man,” Zack whined.

  “Man, damn! Do you think Ramon would send us on this type of play knowing it’s a setup?” Orlando replied.

  “I don’t put shit past nobody, man! All I know is if I was going to meet someone I’d have been here,” Zack said nervously.

  “Who is to say they aren’t here watching us right now to make sure we legit? That’s what I’d do if I was the one setting up a meeting like this,” Orlando said.

  “Yeah, well, I guess you may be right. Fuck, I just been feeling some kind of way about this particular trip,” Zack admitted.

  “Oh, Lord, don’t jinx this shit!” Orlando frowned.

  “Maybe that’s him right there,” Zack said, nodding to a man approaching them.

  Indeed, it was him, but he didn’t break stride. He motioned for Zack and Orlando to follow him. Orlando grabbed the sack he had, and they were led down a long stretch of stairs, into a cellar. There were three tables of card players and two empty tables. They were told to sit at one and place the bag on the other. Two women walked over and sat down at the table where the bag was and began counting the money. Another lady walked over to Orlando and Zack and asked if they would like a drink. Both guys said yes and placed their orders.

  As they looked around, they noticed that almost everybody in the basement was strapped, even the ladies who were counting the money. They felt naked because they were instructed to leave their weapons at home. They played it cool while the ladies were counting.

  After about fifteen minutes one of the women who was counting stood up and walked over to a man sitting at the bar and whispered something in his ear. He looked at the bartender and nodded. The bartender gave the woman a package, and she walked back over and sat down at the table with Orlando and Zack. Another man, who was playing cards, walked over and opened the bag that the woman was holding, and he counted out sixteen bricks of cocaine and two huge containers of heroin. Zack frowned and looked at Orlando but didn’t say a word. They were led out of the cellar a different way from where they were led in, and still no one asked any questions.

  Once they were alone back at the hotel, Zack yelled, “Man, what the fuck was that? I know they didn’t send us all the way to Jamaica for this little, bitty-ass shit!”

  “We have a few more tasks to fulfill while we are here, Zack,” Orlando replied.

  “Oh, yeah? And what the fuck are those tasks, Orlando? ’Cause, man, when I tell you I’m not feeling this, I mean I’m not feeling this!” Zack slammed his fist on the table hard, causing Orlando to jump a little bit.

  “Man, calm the fuck down! I got this, bruh. Honest, I do. Ain’t no shady shit going on, but in a few days, you will understand why we are here. Just relax and have a good vacation, my nigga. You got a free trip to Jamaica, so why complain?”

  “Man, I’m going to sleep. I’m tired, and I need to rest,” Zack replied.

  “You aren’t hungry?” Orlando asked.

  Zack looked over at Orlando. “Hell naw! I’m sleepy.”

  “Shit. Whatever, dude! Don’t get me wrong, but right now you sounding like a real bitch. You go on and go to sleep. I’ma call and let Jeryca know we made it okay,” Orlando said.

  “Yeah, whatever. Ay, who wears the britches: you or Jeryca, the way she got yo’ ass checking in?” Zack yawned.

  Orlando laughed. “Yeah, you tried that! Take yo’ meno-pausing ass on to sleep, dude.”

  “Yeah, fuck you!” Zack laughed.

  A few minutes later Zack was snoring, and Orlando was talking to Jeryca.

  * * *

  The next day Zack woke up fresh and ready to go. He took a shower and waited for Orlando to get dressed so that they could get their day started. They had four more pickups to make, and then they would wait for further instructions.

  After the first two pickups, they were told to make the other two the next day. The guys were kind of relieved because they hadn’t had any real time to check Jamaica out. Zack was ready to try one of the sexy women he was seeing every turn he took, and Orlando was just ready to relax. He wanted to try some real Jamaican cuisine. His first love was getting money; his second love was eating. He laughed as he wondered where Jeryca fitted in. “Somewhere in between.” He laughed to himself.

  When they returned to their rooms, after Zack had an unsuccessful day finding the right type of fuck, the telephone was ringing off the hook. They had several messages that they assumed were from Jeryca.

  Zack answered the phone and barely said anything. Orlando knew at that point it had to be Ramon or Sergio.

  After he hung up, Zack informed him, “Ay, I don’t know what’s going on, but Ramon just said he needs us to lie low for a few extra days.”

  “Man, I got other shit I need to do back home. I can’t be down here like this,” Orlando complained.

  “The boss has spoken, man. We got to follow our instructions like you said yesterday. They may have heard something on their end, and it may not be good for us to return right now. Man, look, the work is almost finished, so let’s relax for a few more days and enjoy some of this Jamaican pussy!” Zack joked, nudging Orlando.

  Orlando smiled and walked to the door of their hotel room. “All right then, let’s go check out some more of this wonderful scenery.”

  “You’re not calling Jeryca to report in?” Zack asked.

  “Nigga, bring yo’ ass on! I see you got a lot of jokes,” Orlando replied, walking out the door, laughing.

  Zack stood up. “Ay, wait for me, damn!”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Over the last couple of days, Pam was struck with a feeling that she was being followed. The same black Jeep that she saw weeks back was now popping up everywhere she turned. She told Jeryca about it but was told that she was letting her imagination run wild. She didn’t have any other people she could talk to, and she was feeling more alone than ever. Her mother had pushed her away, and her sister was too far away. She didn’t want to go to Shirley’s house, because she felt that she had been through more than enough with losing Farrah and raising Travis alone.

  She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination as Jeryca had said, but the same guy seemed to pop up everywhere she went. She went to the grocery store, and he was there. She went to the mall, and he was there. He was everywhere, and it just didn’t sit right in Pam’s gut. She couldn’t stay inside because her mom didn’t want her there, so she would just have to pray that no one was after her. I haven’t done anything to anyone, and I’m a very friendly person.

  As Pam sighed and started walking from the park, a white van that she had seen before pulled up on her, and two guys jumped out, grabbed her, and threw her in the back. She screamed and kicked but to no avail. They handcuffed, blindfolded, and gagged her, and drove to a discreet location. Once the van came to a final stop, she heard the doors open and two male voices talking outside the van, before they dragged her out and took her inside. She was beyond frightened and had wet herself as a result.

  She couldn’t hear much of what was being said, but she didn’t miss the mention of her sister’s name.

  Am I paying for something Jeryca did or didn’t do? Is this Todd trying to force Jery
ca to pay for his debt? Who the fuck has taken me, and why? she thought wildly.

  She was frantic, and as she struggled in the chair she was in, it tilted over, and she hit the floor. The two men who held her hostage rushed in.

  “Let’s get her on the bed. We can’t afford to have something happen to her,” one of them said.

  “All right, you get her hands, and I’ll get her feet. Damn, she isn’t heavy at all. I might be able to just pick her up myself, and you get the door for me,” one of the men said.

  Once they got her on the bed, her hands and legs were untied. Pam sat up, turning her head wildly until she felt them tug at the blindfold and remove the gag from her mouth.

  Pam looked around the room, which only contained a bed, a radio, and a bucket. The windows were boarded up, and it stunk to high hell. She looked at her captors, who wore face masks and gloves. After hearing them say they had to keep her unharmed, and by the gentle way they handled her, she knew they weren’t going to hurt her, so it eased her mind a bit.

  “Get her a few jugs of water in here and some snacks. I’m going to place the call to let them know we set over here,” the tall guy said.

  As the two went about their tasks, Pam sat against the wall and wondered what type of karma she was reaping.

  * * *

  Miami, Florida

  Tuesday evening, Jeryca and Orlando were sitting at Moore’s Tavern, talking. They had decided to spend the day together with no interruptions after Orlando returned from the six-day run he made for Ramon and Sergio. They picked Moore’s Tavern because it was a very discreet bar located deep in the country. Jeryca was kind of out of her usual element. She wasn’t as focused on Orlando as she normally would’ve been and Orlando knew something was wrong.

  Jeryca had gotten Pam’s message late the previous evening, and she decided that she was going to handle things personally. She hadn’t told Orlando about the message, because she knew he would be ready to ride out immediately, but she was going to take care of it herself. She was more concerned about the man Pam said was following her than about Todd and her mother. She needed to look into that immediately. She was going to tell Orlando about everything when they returned home.

  As they waited for the waitress, Orlando reached for Jeryca’s hand. “Baby, is everything all right?”

  “Yes, it is,” she lied.

  “Well, listen, we still owe Sergio and Ramon about three hundred thousand, and they aren’t going to keep waiting for it. You got to control your spending habits. It’s way out of control. I told you that before I went out of town. I return, and you have spent over twenty-five grand on fucking jewelry.”

  “My spending habit is not out of control. Baby, how is it that we bust our ass daily to make them their money, but we have a limit on what we can spend? That shit is crazy! You just came back from making a play for them! They are fucking greedy and I, for one, am not going to keep hustling for pennies! Fuck them! If you ask me, we can take them out of the equation,” Jeryca leaned over and whispered harshly.

  Orlando released Jeryca’s hand and sat back, looking at Jeryca with his eyes squinted. “Are you serious? That has to be the craziest shit I’ve ever heard from anybody. Do you know that Ramon and Sergio can take us out with one phone call? They have killers working for them on almost every corner of the northern and southern continents. Take them out? You have lost your mind! You may not care about your life, but dammit, I love mine. We are making it just fine off our percentage. You just greedy as hell and want it all. It doesn’t work that way, Jeryca.”

  “You know what, Orlando? I’m not going to waste my day talking about them. I want to just enjoy you,” Jeryca murmured, as she slid her hand alongside his thigh.

  “Okay, but we will finish this conversation, Jeryca,” he said with a firm tone.

  Jeryca turned her head slightly away from Orlando and then faced him with a forced smile. “Sure, just not now.”

  The two ate their dinner and went back to their condo. Jeryca had decided to talk to Orlando about the message that Pam had left, but then she decided that it could wait until morning. She had to get Orlando on board with her scheme to take over Sergio and Ramon’s business. Orlando seemed to think it was farfetched, but she was in the mood to convince him that she was on the money.

  When the two entered the condo, Orlando headed for the shower, and Jeryca watched him as he walked past her. She was always amazed at how solid his back and shoulders looked. He was toned and muscular, and she was happy that he was hers.

  Jeryca walked into the bedroom, took off all her clothes, and walked into their open shower. She moved up to Orlando and started rubbing his back. She used the tip of her fingernails to scratch him lightly as she moved her hands up and down his spine and butt. Orlando leaned his head backward, enjoying the sensation she was giving him. She started kissing him lightly on his shoulder blade and then moved around to face him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on his lips.

  He grabbed her by her throat, pushed her back against the shower wall, and started sucking her breasts, taking time to enjoy each one of them. Jeryca moaned softly as she rubbed his head. She wanted him right then and there, and he was teasing her. She knew that Orlando knew that she wanted to fuck, but he wanted foreplay. He knew how to fuck with her head. He began licking and kissing her stomach. Orlando stood up, lifted up one of Jeryca’s legs, positioned himself between them, and slid his dick up inside her. Jeryca gasped as he slowly moved in and out of her. Orlando started speeding up, but stopped quickly as he lifted Jeryca entirely up off the shower floor, still inside her, pressed her hard up against the shower wall again, and fucked Jeryca for five minutes straight roughhouse.

  Jeryca loved it, but it took her a bit by surprise. Orlando had never been so dominant before. He was always gentle with her, but tonight was something new. Orlando placed Jeryca down, turned her around, and told her to place her palms up against the wall. When Jeryca was in position, Orlando slid inside her from behind and fucked her until he let out a loud groan that told Jeryca he had come. She was a bit disappointed, because he had always pleased her first, but this time, she was left unsatisfied and confused.

  Once they showered, Jeryca went to bed, not noticing that her phone light was blinking, indicating she had a message. Orlando lay behind her and fell asleep. Jeryca wasn’t going to let him get away with the half-ass performance he had just given her, and after an hour or so, she woke Orlando up by giving him a blowjob and riding him until she came. When Orlando went to sleep the second time, Jeryca was smiling and lying in his arms.

  * * *

  Memphis, Tennessee

  Friday afternoon, Zack was at his home hanging from his bathroom shower rod. Three men and the beautiful young missy he had met a few days prior were sitting in his bathroom, asking him questions about Orlando and Jeryca. He wasn’t a snitch, so they were going to have to kill him, which he knew was going to happen anyway. Rhonda, or whoever she was, had called him while he and Orlando were in Jamaica making their drop. She told him that she was going to be leaving soon and wanted to hang out with him.

  They were supposed to have met up on that Saturday, but to his surprise, she had shown up on his doorstep early after he called to let her know that he was back in town. Being the man he was, he wasn’t going to leave her standing outside. What Zack didn’t know was that she had three goons on each side of the doorway, waiting to grab him.

  As soon as he stepped to the side to let her in, the three men showed up out of nowhere, and one of them knocked him out cold. When he opened his eyes, he was hanging midair in his bathroom, and the girl was sitting in a chair, holding a gun, screwing on a silencer, and talking to one of the men. When they realized he was awake, that’s when the interrogation began. They had cut him open, punched him repeatedly, and scalded him with hot water from the shower.

  He didn’t give them any information. Through his swollen eyes, he looked over at Rhonda and whispered to her, “Why are you doing this
to me?”

  The woman smiled. “You want to know why I am doing this?” she mockingly asked. “I will tell you exactly why I am. Do you remember Dana Crisp?” She could see from his expression that he recognized the name. “Well, you see, motherfucker, Dana is my cousin, and I recognized your ass when I first saw you at the airport. I wasn’t looking for you, but when I saw you, and I realized that you were checking me out, I went along with you. You see, I’ve heard so much about you and have seen so many pictures of you, I feel like I know you more than I know myself. Whether or not you tell me where Jeryca Mebane is, trust and believe I will find her and the rest of the bastards responsible for hurting Dana.”

  “Heard of me? Seen pictures of me? Who the hell are you?” Zack asked.

  “Don’t worry about who I am, nigga. Just know that I’m here to get revenge for Dana!” With those words, she shot Zack five times. As the blood from his body oozed down the drain, the woman and her brothers searched Zack’s house thoroughly, until finally they found Zack’s address book. One of the guys called Rhonda’s attention to a small safe that he found in the closet behind a huge suitcase. It took two of them to carry it out and load it in the van.

  When they got back to their hotel room, they opened it up and were shocked to find half a million dollars inside. They weren’t looking for any money, so they considered it an added bonus. They split the money up and left Tennessee.

  * * *

  Jeryca and Orlando spent the weekend going over their finances. She wasn’t happy about giving Ramon and Sergio half of their money, but Orlando insisted on giving it to them, and he wasn’t going to be deterred from his decision. They had moved around close to $200,000 and decided to send it to Ramon first thing Monday morning.

  Jeryca sulked for the entire weekend, refusing to talk to Orlando. Orlando, set in his own ways as well, was growing tired of Jeryca’s greedy ways. He loved her, but he hated that side of her. He couldn’t understand why she couldn’t comprehend that Sergio and Ramon had given them the opportunity to live as comfortably as they were. He wasn’t going to risk losing all he had gained, nor was he going to die behind Jeryca’s greed. He’d hold her down for the right reasons, but he wasn’t going to “ride or die” for bullshit. He would send her back to Brooklyn before he’d see her or him fucked up.